Page 46 of The Bloke

At this point, I believed he was the man who had attempted to fuck her in that alley. This had been the longest the club had gone without an attack; I just needed Nick or Dustin to confirm it, and I was done with my job.

“I’ve just been busy with work.” I shrugged, giving her a half-truth. “And I didn’t want to disturb you so late at night; you always look so peaceful when you sleep.” Even though every single fucking night, I wanted to be in that bed pressed right up against her warm body.

“Is there someone else?” She uttered, her eyes drifting away from mine, and I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips.

Did she genuinely believe that I would have replaced her? That I could find someone else worthy of being my wife besides her?Not a fucking chance.

I gripped her chin, pulling her gaze back to meet mine.

“There won’t and never will be anyone else. You’re it for me, love. All I’ll ever need in this life and the next.” I pushed everyounce of truth into my words, feeling them down to my twisted core.

“I don’t understand. You’ve been avoiding me…” She gave me an aggravated look. “Not a single word as I passed you in the mornings before leaving for work. This is the first time you’ve had contact with me in over a week.”

I rolled my eyes before gripping her head from behind and leaning into her.

“My wife demanded to be left alone, and I gave in to her demands. Don’t tell me you changed your mind about me already?”

The fact that she believed I was intentionally ignoring her told me she cared more than she would ever admit, and her silence at my response spoke volumes to that truth.

“Should I take your silence as a yes?” I teased when she didn’t answer me, and then I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, and with a fervor that I never gave her before.

I could feel her pushing back, but not in a way that told me to back off. She pushed against me to pull me in.

Soft, warm hands glided across my skin, moving from my waist to my back and up to my shoulder blades.

“You break my heart, Colby Bryce, and I’ll slit your throat in your sleep. Consequences be damned.” She breathed a threat, her voice shaking with desire and fear of the unknown—the fear of trusting me.

“If I break your heart, Sienna Bryce, I’ll slit it before you even get the chance,” I confessed.

I would do anything for this woman; breaking her heart wasn’t even a consideration. The fact that she even thought there could ever be someone else for me was an insult.

I would show her exactly what she meant to me, starting with preparing her to pass her test.

A life without her was one I no longer wanted to live, and I would drive a knife through my heart before I ever came close to breaking hers.

“Then take me home. I’d rather not fuck my husband in the corner of a dance studio when he owns a bed larger than this room.” She insisted, biting her bottom lip and dropping her eyes to my mouth.

“Weown, and I’ll do anything my wife asks,” I growled, picking her up by her thighs and stealing another passionate kiss before carrying her out of the studio.

Chapter 20

Sienna

I ran.

When my husband parked in the underground parking garage, I ran as fast as possible to the elevator—beating him to it and shutting the doors so he couldn’t get in.

I laughed as I took out the white keycard I had stolen from his pocket before we left the studio and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. Leaning back on the rail as the elevator ascended, I smirked, thinking of everything I wanted to do to him.

Back at the studio, I felt like a weight had been lifted. The pressure of refusing to allow any attachment or feeling between us, the hate that I tried so hard to maintain, all melted away, leaving me with a clean slate, ready to mold into something new.

Once I reached the penthouse, the elevator doors opened, and as I stepped out, Colby tackled me to the ground almost immediately. His body broke our fall to the floor, his heavy pants blowing warm air across my face.

“Did you run up all of those stairs?” I giggled in awe at his speed, taking in his exhausted and disheveled appearance while pushing away the hair that had fallen into my face.

“You… my love… are in trouble...” He panted his words with a hard swallow, lifting us both off the floor before throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass as he started taking strides to the bedroom.

I didn’t quite understand where this playful spark suddenly came from, but I knew I could finally let myself go with him. All those years of following strict rules and never allowing myself a moment to breathe, relax, and be free.

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